One. Week(ish). Out.

I know you’re excited, but I don’t want you passing out from the sheer joy of this moment. This moment that you have been building toward from the first moment you laced up your shoes and decided that this was your year. This moment that has been built on your endless training. This moment that has been built on the sweat of your brow from one of the hottest summers on record. This moment that has been built on overcoming injury and doubt. This moment that has been built on, at moments, sheer will.

Enjoy this week. Enjoy the fruits of your extreme labor. Enjoy the level of excellence you have achieved.

I know what this moment feels like. You are jittery and excited. You are ready to go. You are nervous and light-headed. But, you are ready to go!

No one can take this from you. You have trained. You have suffered. You have beat the odds to get to the starting line. Take it all in. Embrace every last second before you head to downtown San Antonio with others who know exactly what you’re feeling, know exactly what it took to arrive at this place.

I’m so proud of you. You set out to Just Do It and you did. Well done.

I can’t wait to be downtown, cheering and encouraging you to get over that finish line.